Page 89 of Nights of Obedience


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Slowly, and with his eyes still locked on mine, he lowered and pressed a gentle kiss to my clit. My head rolled back, his delicate touch overwhelming my senses and simultaneously making me crave more.

He moved his mouth with more ferocity, alternating between soft, tender licks and soul shattering suction. I propped myself up on shaky elbows to watch while he devoured me. My legs trembled even more viciously as I watched him move.

His tongue flicked over my clit before he pressed it flat against my folds. He traced the rim of my entrance with the tip and then slid up again to close his mouth over that throbbing bundle of nerves.

“Oh, gods.”

With one hand wrapped around my hip to hold me in place—despite my persistent writhing—he reached to grasp my breast underneath my shirt. I arched into him and his fingers squeezed my thigh so brutally I was sure it would leave bruises.

My entire body was consumed by him. He was the air I breathed and the blood flowing through my veins. There wasn’t a piece of me that he hadn’t claimed.

He continued to suck on my clit until I was on the verge of combusting, and then he paused just long enough to slide one finger inside me.

“Fuck,” he said slowly. Drawn out, full of hunger and longing. And need.

He slid his finger in and out. In and out. In and…my toes curled and I felt like I was about to free fall over a ledge. With one finger still hooked inside me, he used his thumb to rub circles over my sensitive bud.

He kissed the inside of my thigh. And below my belly button. And above my clit. He left the trace of his lips all over me, still using his finger to stroke my inner walls.

I was panting and moaning, completely unashamed of the sounds coming from my mouth and from where his hand was thrusting inside me.

And then…it was all gone.

I almost screamed in frustration. This was no better than all the times Reyna had tortured me before. To have that sweet, relentless release torn from me…I would kill him.

He sat back on his heels and pulled his shirt over his head, and all murderous thoughts evaporated. I wanted to feel his chest. To feel his hot skin against mine. And the pressure of his body weighing down on me.

He unfastened his pants and tugged them down, his cock springing free and twitching with need.

He was already aroused. And big.

I was suddenly very thankful for how attentive he’d been. It occurred to me that I wasn’t apprehensive about how big he was. Wasn’t anxious at all because I needed him…to feel him inside me.

I wanted to know what Ladon’s cock felt like inside me. I wanted to know the faces he made while buried inside me. And the sounds he made as he fucked me. I wanted it all.

He knew it too and wasted no time wrapping his palm around his length and giving his shaft a couple of languid, sensual strokes.

I ran my foot along his rib, and he flinched, pinning me with a devilish glare. His lazy strokes became firmer.

And then he lowered his body over me, lining the tip of his cock with my entrance. I felt the nudge of him and squirmed while he dragged his cock over my folds, lubricating himself with my arousal.

He was moving painfully slow. Like this was somehow harder for him than it was for me.

“Please,” I begged. Enough teasing.

He groaned as he thrust forward, sliding into me in a way that burned and stretched and made me gasp for breath.

“Fuck,” he said shakily. He paused long enough to look me in the eye. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. Keep going.”

He huffed a laugh again and his white bangs fell over his eyes. I reached up to brush them away just as he slid in a bit further.

He kissed the inside of my palm before I cupped his cheek.

“You feel so fucking amazing. So fucking perfect.”

I clenched involuntarily around him, and his eyes rolled back in his head. I could get used to this.

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